Friday, 20 September 2013

The Hunter

Breathing stops,
the moment stills.
There he is, above -
the hunter.
Out of nowhere,
watching, waiting,
magically held in the clear air.

Breathe again as
wingtips quiver against forever blue.
He hangs, flawlessly stable.
Eyes search the ground;
this singular concentration
has one purpose - prey.

The great wide sky
he shares with others, far up high;
distant gulls and contrails,
but he sees only the heather,
and the meat within,
and me, watching the watcher.

Gorse scent on the hillside
is precursor of Spring.
The church bell just shows,
above the cliff.

The only sound, a
tiny stream.
Waterfalls in miniature
pour over rocks,
to reach the beach,  far below.

But the hunter,
only he,
is the absolute grace of this place.

(Kestrel over Mwnt, April 2013. )

 'The Hunter' appears with 23 other poems in the booklet PENfro Poets 2013.
All the poems were written by members of PENfro Poets, a group that began life at a poetry workshop at the PENfro Book Festival, 2012 at Rhosygilwen, Pembrokeshire.
Published by Menter Rhosygilwen, with financial assistance from the PENfro Book Festival, PENfro Poets 2013 is available to order by post (£2 a copy, plus £1.50 p&p) by emailing me at :